Chapter 239: Step Aside, It's Time for Me to Show Off
In the very next instant, a figure was sent flying backward, crashing violently into the ground at an astonishing speed, with not even the slightest resistance.
A cloud of dust and debris erupted upon impact. As the breeze slowly dispersed the dust, the vague outline of a tall, imposing man could be seen—his body embedded deep into the earth, pinned down by his own greatsword.
"T-this— how is this possible?!"
The other members of the Greatsword team stood frozen, their eyes wide in disbelief.
They stared at their fallen companion in shock, then turned to look at the young man standing under the sunlight.
Panic spread across their faces.
Even the other four teams, who had yet to recover from the sudden turn of events, now looked at Luo Wusheng with completely different eyes.
"B-big brother—?"
The burly man who had first attacked was momentarily stunned.
But before he could react—
Luo Wusheng's figure appeared before him in a blur.
A single finger gently touched the man's forehead, sending a surge of purple lightning into his body.
This time, Luo Wusheng did not hold back.
Even if the brute mustered all his strength to expel the paralysis, it would take time.
And that was all Luo Wusheng needed.
With effortless ease, he lifted the hulking brute—who was several times his size—into the air.
Then, with a casual flick, he threw him straight at the rest of the Greatsword team's cultivator.
Instinctively, they caught their comrade—
Only to feel an unbearable jolt of numbing electricity coursing through their bodies.
Their spiritual energy went into chaos.
Their bodies stiffened.
No longer able to maintain their aerial stance, the entire group plummeted to the ground, following in their leader's footsteps.
Meanwhile, Luo Wusheng simply stood in the air, his lips curled into a smiling expression, as he turned his gaze toward the remaining four teams.
The Golden Core cultivators among them felt an unexplainable chill run down their spines.
"First batch."
Luo Wusheng spoke lightly.
His appearance remained that of a handsome young man, but the aura surrounding him had already reached its peak.
In the distance, the low-ranking cultivators had been left completely dumbfounded.
"W-what just happened?! That was only a single exchange! And that Nascent Soul cultivator—he lost in an instant?!"
"What kind of strength does that boy have? A newly ascended Nascent Soul? But does Sword Province even have such a young Nascent Soul cultivator?!"
"W-wait! Isn't he the storyteller from the tea house yesterday?!"
"Huh?! A storyteller?! Are you out of your mind?! They said he was at the peak of the Golden Core Realm last night—but he just took down a Nascent Soul cultivator in a single strike?!"
The shock among the crowd had reached an unprecedented level.
From the moment Luo Wusheng first arrived, he had dominated the battlefield, becoming the absolute center of attention.
And now, with a single move, he had nearly eliminated an entire team that dared to strike first.
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"…I never expected to misjudge you twice."
From the ground, the tall, imposing man struggled to his feet, leaning on his greatsword for support.
His breath was heavy, his body shaking from the residual paralysis—yet the muscles across his entire frame tensed, revealing his immense power.
His gaze locked onto Luo Wusheng.
"Your cultivation… is not that of an ordinary Golden Core."
"I never said it was." Luo Wusheng replied indifferently.
He wasn't surprised that his opponent had survived—after all, the man was a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The only reason he had suffered such a crushing defeat was that he had underestimated Luo Wusheng.
'He's definitely injured… Seems like Unborn Finger is quite effective against Nascent Soul cultivators. Not bad for a technique I created myself.'
But fighting five Nascent Soul cultivators at the same time?
That was impossible.
Even if one of them was already wounded.
"So then… what should I do next?"
Luo Wusheng muttered to himself in a voice no one could hear as his gaze swept across his opponents.
Four Nascent Soul cultivators remained unscathed, each accompanied by a handful of Golden Core cultivators. Though these Golden Cores might not hold much weight in a battle between Nascent Souls, they would certainly be annoying to deal with.
Among these four teams, three seemed to be loosely assembled scattered cultivators, likely drawn here by greed. But the fourth group was different—a structured team of sword cultivators.
Each of its members was surrounded by six flying swords, and the elder leading them exuded a dangerous aura.
He was definitely not an ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.
Luo Wusheng's eyes flickered as if he had thought of something, and a smile slowly formed on his lips.
"Well… this was my plan after all. Besides…"
Feeling the recognition value accumulating within him at an absurd speed, Luo Wusheng gently closed his eyes.
Then, he raised his left hand, the one not wielding his [Phantomless 2.0].
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Meanwhile, Ling Shuangxue moved swiftly through the spiritual plant of Daybreak Mountain.
Sword intent surged around her, her sword heart remained tranquil, and her spiritual awareness stretched far ahead, searching for the Soulblade Specter's whereabouts.
The sounds of battle from outside the mountain reached her ears.
Above the veil covering her face, her beautiful eyes revealed a hint of concern.
"I wonder what he is planning to do..."
With a flick of her finger, she sliced apart the vines attempting to ensnare her and let out a soft sigh.
Last night, she and Luo Wusheng had finalized their plan for the hunt.
Her task was to enter Daybreak Mountain, locate the Soulblade Specter, and capture it. Luo Wusheng's job was to hold back the opportunists outside, preventing them from interfering while she recovered her strength.
This was his idea.
When she first heard it, she couldn't believe her ears.
A Golden Core cultivator holding back multiple Nascent Souls?
The young man, however, had merely repeated himself with quiet confidence.
His composed expression and casual certainty made it difficult for her to dismiss his words.
She had come up with many counterarguments against his proposal.
But in the end, Luo Wusheng's determination won out—he somehow convinced her that he had hidden means to stall the Nascent Souls.
Even so, she was still uneasy, so she had left behind a failsafe.
She had entrusted her Cold Light Sword to Luo Wusheng.
If he infused it with spiritual energy, the Nascent Soul power within it would activate, allowing him to instantly teleport to her side.
Of course, doing so would slightly reduce her own combat strength, but she didn't mind.
'But… I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given that he's someone who can weave such grand stories…'
Ling Shuangxue recalled the moment they had appeared together before the assembled teams.
Everything about their entrance had been orchestrated by Luo Wusheng.
Except for one thing—her decision to hold his hand while teleporting.
"...Such a strange feeling."
She gently clenched the hand that had held his, remembering how she had questioned the necessity of their dramatic entrance.
But Luo Wusheng had insisted with a serious expression:
"We must overwhelm them with sheer presence from the start."
Thinking back to that moment, Ling Shuangxue's brows softened, and a gentle smile appeared in her eyes.
Strange, but not unpleasant.
Just as that thought crossed her mind, her expression froze—her gaze snapping toward the distant sky.
She couldn't see the battle from deep within Daybreak Mountain, but she could feel a strange sense of familiarity rising in the air.
And then, a voice echoed softly through the heavens and the earth:
"Sword—come!"
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